The Billoniare's Fake Husband
Tyler has been through more than most, and life has never given him a real break. All he wants is to finish his job and figure things out-but one wild trip to Vegas changes everything. He wakes up married to Quin McKenzie, the same man who made his life miserable years back and probably doesn't remember.
Quin is wealthy, controlling, and desperate to keep his inheritance, so he offers Tyler a deal: stay married until he clicks thirty and get paid. Tyler doesn't trust him, but he needs the money Quin was offering, so he agrees.
What starts as a fake marriage soon turns into something messy and real. Feelings begin to get involved and walls start to crack. Suddenly Tyler is risking his heart for a man he swore to hate.
Now, with secrets coming out and time running out, they both have to decide-is this just a mistake... or something worth fighting for?
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Chapter 4
Tyler's POV
He walked closer and sat on the couch obviously meant for him.
"How long do you plan on working here?" His piercing sea blue eyes were probably drilling invisible holes through my head.
"For as long as you will have me."
Shit that sounded weird but I'll go with it either way.
"Are you in a relationship?"
Was this supposed to be part of an interview question?
"No sir" I answered anyway.
He looked and me for a moment nodded then ordered, "You can take your leave, I'll have my secretary contact you."
I looked at him with an obviously confused expression. But swallowed whatever was about to leave my mouth.
"Thank you sir." I said and stood up.
"Mr McKenzie." I heard Quin's voice
I turned to look at him.
"Call me Mr McKenzie."
"Oh. Yes, Mr Mackenzie." I repeated after him. And with that I was out of his office.
Outside the office, I nodded briefly at the secretary and gave a small smile as I walked straight to the elevator.
The moment the elevator door closed, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Everything about this new job was giving me mixed feelings. I took a cab back to my apartment. Something else kept bothering me .
Did he forget all about me?
I meant the me he bullied in school. Of course he would. I was nothing but a play thing that satisfied his veil pride and ego.
I needed to call Cassie.
But another call came in instead.
"MOM"
This woman is after my happiness. I hate her for it but she's my mother.
I picked up and put the phone on speaker.
"I know you weren't planning on picking up my call. After all I've done for you."
She's the worst kind of mother anybody could ever ask for. A mother who pleases her boyfriends by letting them have their way with her son.
"What do you want from me now?" My voice sounded obviously irritated. Because I was irritated by her.
"I'm at the police station, I need you to come bail me."
I sighed, "What did you do this time?"
"That is no way to talk to your mother, you ungrateful fruit of my womb."
"Fine if you won't tell me, then call your boyfriends to come bail you."
I was about to end the call when she said it.
"I couldn't pay for my drink." She was so shameless. Why would a mother be that shameless?
"Fine , I'm on my way."
I ended the call.
I put on something comfy and headed to the station. When I got there I spotted my mom talking and laughing with some guy in the stall. She looked comfortable.
Why are they even in the same category?
I thought male and female are separated.
I quickly went to the desk where I made payment and bailed my mother.
"I'm here for Jessica Davis." I told the cop at the desk.
"Sign here." He pointed to a piece of paper, handing me a pen,"And here."
After signing I told the cop to delay her bail by an hour so I'll be home when she leaves the station.
By the time I got home I was tired , I made noodles and called the one person who wasn't asking for anything except for me to trust in them.
Cassie.
She picked up immediately.
"Hey sugar, What's up?"
"I've got happy news and sad news." I muttered.
"Hit me with the happy news first." She said,
"Ok. I got a job."
"Fuck yeah! And?"
"My boss is Quin." It sounded like a whisper.
"You're fucked man." The joy in her voice disappeared immediately.
"Yeah, I'm fucked." I muttered.
"Cheers up sugar, he doesn't know y'all tied the knot so you're safe" the cheer was back in her voice.
"Yeah." I said grimly
"My boss is calling, let's meet up tomorrow, okay?"
"Yeah."
And the line went dead silent.
Cassie and I hardly meet up. She's usually too busy and honestly, I think there's something going on between her and her boss.
I spent the rest of the evening going through the internet searching for everything I could find on Quin McKenzie. Before sleep consumed me.
Two days later I received another mail from Quin's secretary to resume work the following week.
A notification popped up, something about Quin and I couldn't resist.
I looked at the picture attached and read the headlines slowly with shaky hands. My heart beat spiked. Because I couldn't believe what I was reading.
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9.8
I sat in the VIP waiting room of the fertility clinic, clutching the report that confirmed my implantation was a success. After years of struggling, I finally had a reason to make my marriage with Garnett work.
But when I went to find him in the lounge, I heard a woman’s laughter coming from behind the door. It was his mistress, Alison. I froze as I heard Garnett’s cold, dismissive voice.
"She’s just an incubator."
"Once the heir is born, we kick her out. The trust fund only requires a legitimate heir born to my wife. It doesn't require the wife to stick around afterwards."
The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. I soon discovered the clinic had botched the procedure—the baby I was carrying wasn't even Garnett’s. It was donor sperm from Sterling Sharp, the most powerful tech mogul in the world.
When my in-laws forced me to move into their estate for "monitoring," I realized I was entering a cage. Garnett and his mistress were paying the family doctor to inject me with hallucinogens to mimic a mental breakdown. They planned to declare me legally incompetent and commit me to an asylum the second I gave birth.
I stood in the shadows of the East Wing, realizing my husband wasn't just stealing my child—he was trying to delete my mind. The people I called family were poisoning me daily, waiting for me to break so they could claim a legacy that wasn't even theirs.
They wanted a madwoman, so I decided to give them one. I turned the doctor into my double agent, faked every symptom of a breakdown, and began building a secret empire from the shadows. Garnett thinks he’s trapped an incubator, but he’s actually locked himself in with a nuclear weapon.
7.3
Ella Hart was adopted into a wealthy household, but she never lived like a daughter.
While her adoptive mother, Nora, indulged in luxury and high society, Ella was treated like little more than a servant, forced to do the hardest chores and surviving on scraps of affection.
Until the day her biological family finally found her and brought a shocking revelation.
Years ago, the Hart family had arranged a marriage alliance with the Sterling family. The bride was meant to be either Ella... or her beloved sister, Piper.
That day, the impossibly handsome man arrived in worn-out clothes. He was instantly rejected by Piper.
To escape her old life, Ella agreed without hesitation, but she would never have imagined the man in front of her was the richest CEO in the city...
8.1
I was Asset 7, a "ghost" kept in a high-security facility with no memory and paralyzed vocal cords. My only value was my silence, making me the perfect disposable tool for the world's elite.
Everything changed when I was sold to Culver Lancaster, a media billionaire drugged with a dangerous synthetic aphrodisiac. His staff needed a woman who couldn't talk, couldn't sue, and didn't exist in any official directory.
They scrubbed my skin raw like a piece of meat and threw me into a dark penthouse with a man who had lost his mind to the drug. Culver didn't treat me like a human; he choked me against a door and used my body as a shield against his own madness. When I tried to run, his security hunted me down with dogs, and Culver threw me into a freezing wine cellar. I spent days in total darkness, starving and dehydrated, lapping dirty water off the floor just to stay alive.
I lay on that cold stone, wondering why my life had become a series of cages and scars. I couldn't even scream to let the world know I was dying. How could a man claim to protect me while treating me like a disposable object?
But when Culver finally came to the cellar to feed me, I didn't surrender. I bit him hard enough to draw blood, watching the shock in his eyes as I communicated the only way I could.
Now, I wear the silk uniform and the velvet mask he bought for me, playing the role of his obedient "Shadow." Culver thinks he owns a broken girl he can lock in a velvet panic room, but I'm a weapon who just found her target. Every kiss is a reconnaissance mission, and I'm going to burn his empire to the ground.
8.6
I met him on a rainy afternoon when we were both young, uncertain, and standing on the edge of adulthood.
Adrian Cole wasn't rich then. He wasn't powerful. But from the moment his eyes found mine, something inside me knew my life would never be the same.
We fell in love slowly... then all at once.
He was my first kiss under streetlights, my safest place, my greatest heartbreak.
And the man who walked away.
Years later, Adrian returns - no longer the struggling boy I once knew, but a billionaire CEO with power, dominance, and a dangerous intensity that still makes my heart tremble.
He says I've always belonged to him.
But love isn't that simple.
Not after betrayal.
Not after loss.
Not after the night that shattered us both.
Now he wants a second chance.
And this time... he refuses to let me go.
9.5
I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset.
I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister.
I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar.
He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured.
I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield.
"I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment."
Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre."
As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.
7.1
Reece Kay has thirty days to save her family's dying boutique.
Thirty days to find millions she doesn't have.
Thirty days before the bank takes everything.
Her only option is a trust fund her late father left behind.
The catch? She must marry.
Not just any man.
Rhys Lawson.
The billionaire CEO who broke her heart five years ago.
Rhys needs a wife to secure a ruthless business merger. Reece needs his name to unlock the money. The deal is simple. One year. No love. No intimacy. No emotions.
But living under the same roof turns old wounds into fresh scars. Desire creeps in where hatred once lived. And when powerful enemies begin hunting for the truth, their fake marriage becomes more dangerous than either expected.
Will Reece lose the contract...
or risk losing her heart to the man who already destroyed it once?